What happens when babies turn 1? It's like overnight my baby has turned into a little girl. She's become so busy it's amazing, never stops moving, very smiley, very bright-eyed and into everything. And chatty! Oh my. She now has a small roster of words but uses them at every opportunity. 'Dada, Mama, Uh oh, Hat, Up, Tee' (for Kitty) and likely some Polish words she's learning at daycare but we don't understand them. She also raises her arms in the air now when we ask if she's 'all done'. She's unbearably cute and also exhausting. I'm sitting here with a glass of wine trying to recall the last time I sat down and relaxed today. Oh yeah, that's right, I didn't.
But I did manage to accomplish something very fun today. I decided yesterday to redecorate the bedroom, went shopping and bought a bunch of new 'stuff'. Fun 'stuff'. Of course there's the long cherished thoughts of building the addition etc. but right now time and finances don't permit so I decided to 'splurge' a little on the bedroom. There's nothing like a nice plush, well appointed bed and the feeling of 'ahhh' when you go down. I carefully chose a duvet that was just the right temperature and the right filling for Greg's allergies. We also now have his/her pillows, his is flat as a pancake because he sleeps on his stomach and mine has a groove in it because I'm often on my side. Then there are the decorative ones and of course, typical male response 'but if we're not going to sleep on them what are they for? It's like a hotel, all those un-necessary cushions...pause (seeing expression on Sam's face...) but they really are lovely bebe." Unh huh. Nice recovery. "Oh and I'd like to paint the dresser Greg". Typical male response: "Why? There are so many other more pressing things...pause...(seeing look on Sam's face)...but of course if it will make you happy we definitely should bebe." "Nice backtracking" I said, and we both laughed. In the end I've decided to just change the knobs on that dresser. Sometimes it just seems like the tiniest changes can make the biggest difference. I now feel like I can breathe in there. And breathing for Mommies is good. Just ask Daddy. :)
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Ashiah turned 1!
It's been almost a month since my last entry. I've simply been overwhelmed, there's been no time.
Last Tuesday Ashiah turned a year old. I can't believe she's a toddler now, the time has flown by. She is an amazing little girl, so much personality and energy and life. The love of our lives. We marked the occasion with Grandpa and Grandma Searle, Aunt Noelene and Uncle Nate and Aunt Sara, Cousins Jericho and Malachi in a hotel room in St. Catherine's.
Sadly, the occasion was overshadowed by the illness of Greg's Uncle as we were with his family in St. Catharine's to bid Glen (Greg's Uncle) farewell. He found out less than a month ago that he had cancer. It's very sudden and very sad. Overall he was in good health and only 56 with a 16 year old daughter and a 20 year old son. He was devoted to his family and his work. Watching someone fade away so quickly like that is very difficult. He died this past Saturday morning. His last words to us before we left were "look after that little girl of yours, she's lovely". That she is...
Then Saturday evening, my own Uncle Alan died. He was 62. He had a heart attack while helping my father move. He died in my father's arms as he tried to revive him. My poor father was overcome and felt responsible. We spent Sunday helping him with the rest of his move and going to my Uncle's house to return his van and be with my two cousins who also just lost their mother (my aunt) in March.
All of this sadness and death makes you think of your own mortality, what's important and how not to live for one's retirement but to cherish every moment we can of every day. Although the last week has been insane with me going back to work, Greg being away for work and our trying to support family, we've both made time in the evening to leave everything behind and play with Ashiah - we went for a family canoe and watched the sunset Sunday night before Ashiah went to bed and then we both worked till 3. But the canoe was great, playing on the dock with Ashiah, throwing rocks - that's what it's all about. Last night Ashiah and I played on the trampoline and went for a walk up the road as the sun was setting. We picked flowers, picked up rocks, played tag and giggled. It was beautiful, so beautiful we did it again tonight and met up with Daddy on the road as he came home from Chicago. Ashiah squealed with delight and nestled on his chest and I had tears in my eyes... I love my family.
Life is beautiful.
Last Tuesday Ashiah turned a year old. I can't believe she's a toddler now, the time has flown by. She is an amazing little girl, so much personality and energy and life. The love of our lives. We marked the occasion with Grandpa and Grandma Searle, Aunt Noelene and Uncle Nate and Aunt Sara, Cousins Jericho and Malachi in a hotel room in St. Catherine's.
Sadly, the occasion was overshadowed by the illness of Greg's Uncle as we were with his family in St. Catharine's to bid Glen (Greg's Uncle) farewell. He found out less than a month ago that he had cancer. It's very sudden and very sad. Overall he was in good health and only 56 with a 16 year old daughter and a 20 year old son. He was devoted to his family and his work. Watching someone fade away so quickly like that is very difficult. He died this past Saturday morning. His last words to us before we left were "look after that little girl of yours, she's lovely". That she is...
Then Saturday evening, my own Uncle Alan died. He was 62. He had a heart attack while helping my father move. He died in my father's arms as he tried to revive him. My poor father was overcome and felt responsible. We spent Sunday helping him with the rest of his move and going to my Uncle's house to return his van and be with my two cousins who also just lost their mother (my aunt) in March.
All of this sadness and death makes you think of your own mortality, what's important and how not to live for one's retirement but to cherish every moment we can of every day. Although the last week has been insane with me going back to work, Greg being away for work and our trying to support family, we've both made time in the evening to leave everything behind and play with Ashiah - we went for a family canoe and watched the sunset Sunday night before Ashiah went to bed and then we both worked till 3. But the canoe was great, playing on the dock with Ashiah, throwing rocks - that's what it's all about. Last night Ashiah and I played on the trampoline and went for a walk up the road as the sun was setting. We picked flowers, picked up rocks, played tag and giggled. It was beautiful, so beautiful we did it again tonight and met up with Daddy on the road as he came home from Chicago. Ashiah squealed with delight and nestled on his chest and I had tears in my eyes... I love my family.
Life is beautiful.
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